Retracing the Trans-Atlantic Trail

We follow the deep prints which they left
like warts across our land;
boot prints and sliding bare foot prints
engraved as an indelible brand.

We traced the slave trail white-men took
herding off our sons, our wealth,
in fetters and chain with many a stroke
to corrals far from the land of their birth.

And from fields grown lush by their salty sweats,
great nations sprang wrought by pains and tears-
time has passed, but poor Africa still smarts
from those welts which won't disappear.

So now we ford vast oceans un-derailed
seeking lands where our creams were spilled.
We'll tread this same trans-Atlantic trail
till we savage long lost dreams yet unfilled.

A trail once blazed leads men both ways;
so on we go as they came long ago.
While some may fall, these feet won't stray;
for stand we must from where we fell by their blows.